"It is reported that the proprietor of a low shebeen for emigrants in an obscure hollow had succumbed from injuries, but," added the editor, with a fine touch of Western humor, "whether this was the result of his being forcibly mixed up with his own tanglefoot whiskey or not, we are unable to determine from the evidence before us."

He could run faster, jump higher, hit harder, and hold more tangle-foot whisky without spilling it than any man in seventeen counties.

One of the town's most famous visitors, he described the horrible whiskey he was served here as "tanglefoot."